Squeezing her own nipples. Teasing herself. Planning what she was going to do with her slaves this evening. Especially the new one, the female. Oh yes... she was going to be fun to train.Deciding her bath was done, Mistress stood carefully, and stepped out, onto the bathmat. Immediately, her male slave arose from his crouched position, with a fresh towel, and began drying her. His eyes remained downcast, as trained, staring only at the floor -- not permitted to look at Mistress, as he dried her.. I had more in my wallet than the combined amounts from both checks. The next letter also had today’s date. It was a note from a law firm representing the building where they live. While they volunteered here today, the building had everything removed from their home. The locks were already changed, and they took out a restraining order against everyone in her family to keep them from the property.“Why did your friends do this to us? What did we ever do to them? We worked our asses off to help. As related in my last story I am Aarem, 46 y/o male from the city of Mumbai. I would now like to continue with the story of my good friend Uma and how we planned to meet again for our sexual adventures. Based on some feedback from readers I would like to clarify that this story is not a fiction or my imagination, but a true life incident.After my first meeting with Uma which ended in an appetizing quick sexual romp we kept in touch over the next few days over the phone talking about our lives,. "Chuckling, I moved my hands down to her ass and ran a finger up and down the valley. "Well, if you want make sure I'm completely satisfied, there is one thing we haven't tried..." I said, laughing. I swear it was a joke; I'd only had anal sex once and I'd hated it. It was too tight and, not to be immodest, but I have a rather large cock; I didn't think there was a woman on the planet that would feel comfortable putting Little Monster in their heinie and ... well ... I really, really wasn't.